“Then you haven’t lived yet,” Grantaire
says simply, raising his eyebrow. “Have
you ever been out drinking, Enjolras? You
should go sometime, if only to hear Joly’s
Jehan impression. It’s pretty spot-on, but
only when he’s wasted.”He can’t see Enjolras going out drinking, or
doing anything that could be considered “fun”
by most people, but at least he extended the
invitation. And if Enjolras actually takes him up
on his (indirect) off— it could be entertaining.“You know, you’re just going to totally flip one
day and do it.” Grantaire snorted, glancing at
Enjolras. “It’s always the unlikely ones. Run
while you can, O Noble Leader— I’m a horrible
influence.”Although he was mostly joking in regards to
Feuilly, he does have a fair amount of respect
for him. It was hard not to, really— Feuilly was
a rather admirable individual. “Wouldn’t shock
me if he becomes ambassador to some Middle
Eastern nation one day.”
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Not lately, no. For some reason,
though they are all constantly keeping
in touch and going out together, he
always begs off when hey decide to
drop by a bar or a pub. He doesn’t
mind the drinking, it’s never been the
alcohol, but the rowdiness of the crowd
can overwhelm him sometimes.
Ironic, almost for someone who
causes so much chaos when he walks
into a room. ”I’ll keep that in mind.
Though I hear Joly’s drinking prowess
has yet to be beat, surprising enough.“
At Grantaire’s mocking tone, so
heavily laced with sarcasm that Enjolras
chokes on it, he finds himself giving
as good as he gets, not backing down
from the twisted self-deprecation of
his words. ”You overestimate yourself.
And underestimate me. Of all the vices
in the world, gambling would not be
the one I’d pick up f i r s t .“
”Maybe.“ One shoulder rises in a
half shrug while he finds his pockets
to warm chilly hands. "It’s time we’ve
got some honest ambassadors in the
world.” A pause. “Are you going back
inside anytime soon?”